My eyes were clouds
but it's raining red
My voice like thunder
but my throat hurts
Next night the sky was purple
and there were shining stars
Small things
could change her every night.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
My eyes were clouds
but it's raining red
My voice like thunder
but my throat hurts
Next night the sky was purple
and there were shining stars
Small things
could change her every night.
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